Puppy Love

Puppy Love

Christmas eve 1988, my father called me to ask what to get my brother Fred for Christmas. Fred, is a very hard person to shop for and dad wanted to get him something special, that he wouldn't return. I talked with my mom, who told me Fred had seen a beagle puppy, that had stolen his heart. With my father credit card in hand, I went to the pet store and bought the most beautiful tiny beagle, puppy.

We got her home, playing with her, but not knowing how to hide her from my brother. When he got home we put the puppy in a mini bar-b-que, under the Christmas tree. We told him to look inside. When he did, the moment he pick her up, we knew it was a gift he wouldn't be returning his Christmas puppy, Clementine.

Three yours later, on Fred's birthday, he and our mom found the perfect playmate for Clementine. He was a handsome, papillon, and poodle mix, named Mookie. Mookie looked like a pure breed papillon. When they met for the first time, Clem made sure he knew she was the boss, but was so happy to have a companion. They truly loved each other, in a way people only wish they could have.

The vet told my brother that Mookie couldn't have puppies, so Mookie and Clem weren't fixed. Well, they proved the vet wrong, and had a litter of 5 puppies, four months after Mookie's first birthday, on February 4 1992. We named them Clemookies. We kept all the puppies between us. Fred and my mom kept the two little girls, Stacie, and Kamelia. Named after myself, and my sister in law. My then husband and I took the three boys, Bruno-Fred, Abydos-Tony, and Fritz-Sandy. They were named after my two brother and ex husband, I changed their names, when I took them.

Mookie and Clem were great parents, and were always happy when I'd bring there sons home to see them. I move out of state, and in that time, Fritz, and Abydos passed away. I had them cremated, so I could bury then in a Huntington Beach, California pet cemetery, where our childhood dogs were laid to rest.

In the spring of 2002, after five years in Arizona, I move back into my mother's house with my mom and Fred. I brought with me my two big Arizona rescue dogs, Noel and Bijou. Along with them, I had Mookie and Clem’s first born puppy, Bruno. Mookie, Clem, Stacie and Kamelia, were happy to have Bruno back with them.

Summer came and in August 11, 2002 with out any warning Kamelia passed away. It was hard on all of us. You could see the loss in the dogs. Kamelia had spent her whole life just were she wanted to be, with her parents, sister and Fred. She even got to be with her last brother again. We buried her with her two brothers, Fritz and Abydos.


Clementine, had several seizures, in the months since my return, and Mookie was once again fighting cancer. They were more and more unsteady. They would walk together, using each other to keep standing. When we would take Clem or Mookie to the doctors, the would wait nervously for the others return. In March of this year, both were getting worse everyday. We were all so stress, knowing, but not wanting to say they were getting to the end. We couldn't imagine how either would survive without each other. Mookie had all but stopped eating and could hold anything in. Through all this they, stood guard over each other, the best they could. One weekend, they both seemed to get almost well. They were happy, and eating. We took this as a good sign. Our brother Tony came by with his wife Kamelia, and two son's Trent and Maury. Clem and Mookie greeted them happily.

Then Sunday night, Clem was in so much pain from the seizures, cried all night long, as she laid in the garage on our mom's lap. I think it was also missing her lifetime love, Mookie. Clem finally calmed down and mom went to bed, and Fred and Mookie, took over the watch. I was upstairs when I heard Fred yelling for my help. I ran down stairs a looked down at Fred holding Mookie, who was having a seizure. I can't say who showed the most pain in their eyes, Fred or Mookie. We tried to calm him down, and for a while he was calm, but not OK. I didn't want to say anything at first, but Mookies heart was slowing, and his breathing labored. Clem started having a seizure and crying. Both seemed calmer when the could touch each other.

Finally we knew we had to take both to the vets to be put to sleep. When we called they at first didn't believe both dogs were dying at the same time, but when we got them there, it was obvious that they were going together. Neither my mom or Fred wanted to be there when they went, so I stayed with them. Having just lost Kamelia a few months before, it would have been too hard to see her parents died the same day. We took them into the room, Fred and mom spent several minutes saying good bye to our beloved friends. Both looked up at Fred as if to say they loved him. After they left the doctor came in and explained what would happen. I then told the good bye and place Clem's paw on Mookie. Both seemed to relax, knowing they were together. Even the doctor and nurse commented about it. Clem was first to go, and I made sure her paw stayed on Mookie. Both looked up at me as if to say thank you, right before they passed. That was Monday March, 23 2003.

We took them to Sea Breeze pet cemetery, where they were buried in the same coffin. They look just was if they were sleeping. No more did you see the pain they had gone through, or the ugly bald spot on Mookie, from the cancer. With that we said our final goodbyes to Fred's Christmas, and Birthday gifts.

We realized we didn't have to wonder how they would live without the other. They seemed to choice to give us the gift of one good weekend, then left together. They love each other that much.


Puppy Love

Christmas eve 1988, my father called me to ask what to get my brother Fred for Christmas. Fred, is a very hard person to shop for and dad wanted to get him something special, that he wouldn't return. I talked with my mom, who told me Fred had seen a beagle puppy, that had stolen his heart. With my father credit card in hand, I went to the pet store and bought the most beautiful tiny beagle, puppy.

We got her home, playing with her, but not knowing how to hide her from my brother. When he got home we put the puppy in a mini bar-b-que, under the Christmas tree. We told him to look inside. When he did, the moment he pick her up, we knew it was a gift he wouldn't be returning his Christmas puppy, Clementine.

Three yours later, on Fred's birthday, he and our mom found the perfect playmate for Clementine. He was a handsome, papillon, and poodle mix, named Mookie. Mookie looked like a pure breed papillon. When they met for the first time, Clem made sure he knew she was the boss, but was so happy to have a companion. They truly loved each other, in a way people only wish they could have.

The vet told my brother that Mookie couldn't have puppies, so Mookie and Clem weren't fixed. Well, they proved the vet wrong, and had a litter of 5 puppies, four months after Mookie's first birthday, on February 4 1992. We named them Clemookies. We kept all the puppies between us. Fred and my mom kept the two little girls, Stacie, and Kamelia. Named after myself, and my sister in law. My then husband and I took the three boys, Bruno-Fred, Abydos-Tony, and Fritz-Sandy. They were named after my two brother and ex husband, I changed their names, when I took them.

Mookie and Clem were great parents, and were always happy when I'd bring there sons home to see them. I move out of state, and in that time, Fritz, and Abydos passed away. I had them cremated, so I could bury then in a Huntington Beach, California pet cemetery, where our childhood dogs were laid to rest.

In the spring of 2002, after five years in Arizona, I move back into my mother's house with my mom and Fred. I brought with me my two big Arizona rescue dogs, Noel and Bijou. Along with them, I had Mookie and Clem’s first born puppy, Bruno. Mookie, Clem, Stacie and Kamelia, were happy to have Bruno back with them.

Summer came and in August 11, 2002 with out any warning Kamelia passed away. It was hard on all of us. You could see the loss in the dogs. Kamelia had spent her whole life just were she wanted to be, with her parents, sister and Fred. She even got to be with her last brother again. We buried her with her two brothers, Fritz and Abydos.


Clementine, had several seizures, in the months since my return, and Mookie was once again fighting cancer. They were more and more unsteady. They would walk together, using each other to keep standing. When we would take Clem or Mookie to the doctors, the would wait nervously for the others return. In March of this year, both were getting worse everyday. We were all so stress, knowing, but not wanting to say they were getting to the end. We couldn't imagine how either would survive without each other. Mookie had all but stopped eating and could hold anything in. Through all this they, stood guard over each other, the best they could. One weekend, they both seemed to get almost well. They were happy, and eating. We took this as a good sign. Our brother Tony came by with his wife Kamelia, and two son's Trent and Maury. Clem and Mookie greeted them happily.

Then Sunday night, Clem was in so much pain from the seizures, cried all night long, as she laid in the garage on our mom's lap. I think it was also missing her lifetime love, Mookie. Clem finally calmed down and mom went to bed, and Fred and Mookie, took over the watch. I was upstairs when I heard Fred yelling for my help. I ran down stairs a looked down at Fred holding Mookie, who was having a seizure. I can't say who showed the most pain in their eyes, Fred or Mookie. We tried to calm him down, and for a while he was calm, but not OK. I didn't want to say anything at first, but Mookies heart was slowing, and his breathing labored. Clem started having a seizure and crying. Both seemed calmer when the could touch each other.

Finally we knew we had to take both to the vets to be put to sleep. When we called they at first didn't believe both dogs were dying at the same time, but when we got them there, it was obvious that they were going together. Neither my mom or Fred wanted to be there when they went, so I stayed with them. Having just lost Kamelia a few months before, it would have been too hard to see her parents died the same day. We took them into the room, Fred and mom spent several minutes saying good bye to our beloved friends. Both looked up at Fred as if to say they loved him. After they left the doctor came in and explained what would happen. I then told the good bye and place Clem's paw on Mookie. Both seemed to relax, knowing they were together. Even the doctor and nurse commented about it. Clem was first to go, and I made sure her paw stayed on Mookie. Both looked up at me as if to say thank you, right before they passed. That was Monday March, 23 2003.

We took them to Sea Breeze pet cemetery, where they were buried in the same coffin. They look just was if they were sleeping. No more did you see the pain they had gone through, or the ugly bald spot on Mookie, from the cancer. With that we said our final goodbyes to Fred's Christmas, and Birthday gifts.

We realized we didn't have to wonder how they would live without the other. They seemed to choice to give us the gift of one good weekend, then left together. They love each other that much.